Joe drags me back through the bowels of the building while Chris and Shari follow. I struggle as we go, but Joe holds my wrists tightly. He's still a wall of a man.
"What are you doing?" I scream at Chris. "Where are you taking me?"
"Shari's right," he replies. "We can't trust you. But we need you. It's not good enough for us to wait around while you wrestle with your conscience. We're going to need your skills in the next while --"
"While?" I interject. "How long is a while?"
"Look, You won't get hurt. And we'll tell him you're safe," I grit my teeth at the mention of Austin. I try to remember old advice about breaking free of hands that hold wrists. But before I can do anything, Joe thrusts me into a room I haven't seen yet. It's dark and small. Everything is washed in the warm, pink
